Aizen froze.
His eyes went wide.
Wait.
No way.
[Synchronization detected…]
[Accessing latent bind…]
[System reactivating… please wait.]
"…Huh?"
He sat up so fast his back cracked. His heart was beating like he'd just sprinted five laps around the compound.
[GACHA is online.]
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
He blinked at the sky, then brought his hands up to his cheeks and pinched.
"Ow. Yep. Not dreaming. What the hell…"
He let out a weird mix of a laugh and a sigh.
For five whole years, he'd been whispering commands into thin air like some kind of idiot.
And now it suddenly decides to work?
"Man… the timing on this thing is just… ridiculous."
Still, he couldn't help the grin tugging at his lips. Finally. He wasn't just some random kid waiting for the world to crash down anymore. He had something. A tool. A chance.
Maybe I really can stop it all.
Honestly, when he first showed up in this world, stuck in a baby body with all his old memories, he'd tried to keep things cold and distant. No emotional attachments. No delusions.
He knew where this story went. The Uchiha Clan was basically sitting on a ticking time bomb.
So yeah, he'd planned to just play it smart. Blend in, stay ahead, keep his heart locked up.
…But that didn't last long.
The clan? They weren't some cruel, paranoid group like the history books liked to paint.
They were just… people. Loud, proud, annoying sometimes—but real. Good people.
He'd gotten used to the way Aunt Reina smiled whenever he came home. The way Danzo-nii and Renji-nii treated him like a little brother. The way everyone cheered him on.
Before he knew it, the wall he'd put up just… cracked.
And now?
Now he actually cared.
Not just about surviving. Not just about playing the long game.
He wanted to protect them.
And with the system finally waking up… maybe he could actually do it.
"Alright," he muttered, cracking his knuckles with a tired grin. "Let's see what you've got, Gacha..."
If someone saw him right now, they'd probably think he was lost in deep thought or planning something serious.
Nope.
He was just staring into space, checking the system in his head like he was browsing some weird invisible app. Kinda like scrolling through your phone, but way cooler.
[Daily Point Earned: +1]
[3 Points = 1 Pull]
[Pulls can give you: Templates, Summons, Items, Powers, Weapons, etc.]
"Okay… 1 point every day… 3 points for one pull… so 10 pulls a month if I don't spend early," he muttered, doing the math quickly.
Not bad, honestly.
It was like someone shoved every anime, comic, movie, and game into one lucky draw machine and handed him the keys.
"Wait… if I can summon characters… doesn't that technically make me a character too?"
That thought made him pause for a second.
"…Man, that's too meta."
But hey, if this ninja world was real, then maybe all those other stories were real somewhere too. Maybe not here, but out there—Omniverse style.
He shook his head and grinned. "Alright, alright… one thing at a time."
First goal? Stay alive. Second goal? Get strong enough to make sure no one around him dies like in the original Uchiha mess.
But yeah… that also meant waiting.
A whole damn month just to get enough points for one proper spin.
Sure, he could technically do a pull every three days, but nah—he wasn't gonna waste it on low-tier trash. The system even said it straight up: the more points you used at once, the better the chances.
"Delayed gratification, huh?" he sighed, scratching his head. "Fine. I'll wait."
Still, it kinda sucked knowing you had a cheat code system and couldn't just go wild with it.
"Alright… enough staring at the sky like a lunatic," he muttered, brushing off his shorts and standing up. "Let's head back. Maybe Grandpa's home by now."
The backyard was quiet, just the usual evening breeze rustling through the trees.
He dusted off his hands and walked across the patchy lawn, bare feet brushing against the cool dirt and bits of dry grass. The backdoor creaked as he pushed it open.
"Aunt Reina," he called, stepping inside. "Is Grandpa back?"
"Yeah, he's back," she called out from the kitchen,"Go wash up first before sitting down."
Aizen just nodded and walked off toward the bathroom. He needed to get cleaned up anyway—sweaty and gross wasn't exactly the vibe he was going for.
As he scrubbed his face, he caught his reflection in the foggy mirror.
This world, this life—it wasn't a dream. He wasn't just some guy anymore. He was an Uchiha. And now… he had a system.
A Gacha system.
His lips curled into a tired grin.
"Alright then," he said softly to himself. "Let's see where this takes me."
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